No tablet anymore
. I miss it so much... I think I'm going to buy one in a not too distant future 
Silent NightCan it get any worse? I am totally useless.Silent Night
Everything I do ends up in failure.
I am not good at anything.
The world would be better of if I died. If I died, no one would miss me. If I died, then all that is bad in this world would disappear. Even saying this is wrong, since it is self pity. I truly am the worst.
What should I do? I can't stay silent forever. There is someone I like. He is a good person. But he can't see himself the same way I do. No one can. It's like everyone has decided that he is something that he in reality isn't. No
Silent RainSilence is a curse. None can survive it. Sanity will always lose to it. There is no way to escape. The sound of your own voice can't break it. It's a curse without a cure. When you are alone.Silent Rain
The sound of rain. Soothing, but still. Since nothing else can be heard. It's almost as bad as silence. It might be serene, but what is serenity if not a kinder version of silence? Can the silence be broken?
But what if it doesn't rain? When you are alone, it always rains. But the rain isn't made up of water. It is tears, that fall from the sad e
AS1 Beginning of a Story pt.2Lucifer was laughing. He didn't think it would go as well as it did. He had had his eyes on Andreas for quite a while. He found the boy interesting. No matter how many times he tried to delve into his mind, he didn't come across anything that he had already seen before in his mind. Andreas had a very active imagination, which constantly gave birth to new worlds, to new sights. A library's worth of stories was nothing compared to all of the adventures, dramas, comedies and such that went on inside Andreas mind. In one day more things happened there then any person could experience in a lifetime, even if they could live for a millennia. BAS1 Beginning of a Story pt.2
AS1 Beginning of a Story pt.1Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep........ Morning. Monday morning. The worst kind of morning, at least for Andreas. He looked once more at his alarmclock, and noticed something. He was late! In less than half an hour he would have a test in math (which was the subject he was majoring in), and if he missed it then he would have to do the test next year instead. Something he really didn't want to do. So he rushed through his room, trying to do everything in just a few seconds. Get dressed, eat breakfast, shower and so on. But despite all his efforts, in the end he did show up late for the test. Cursing himself for forgetting to change the time for wheAS1 Beginning of a Story pt.1
| I'm a 19-years-old guy. Live in Sweden. Like mathematics, athletics and drawing. Probably have other interests too, but nothing that comes to mind right now. |
Sadness
You should watch it.
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Andreas Saerdna
What would you do, if your imagination was set free?
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Best video ever!
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"[..] Ti guardiamo noi, della razza
di chi rimane a terra."
E. Montale
~toy-camera *holga
*analog-errors ~lomolove
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Do not feed the Fabosaurus. Just hug and love her.
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Do not feed the Fabosaurus. Just hug and love her.
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It's not so much that I want to control the world, but rather know that if need be, I could pinch it's head off between my thumb and forefinger. That's all.
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